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I was the one who loved you with passion more than you imagine, more than you could ever fathom. A love we shared that I never did see the reality perhaps I was blinded with the ideal of you and my fantasies. And when you hold me tightly and I intertwined my hands with thee, the feeling was between constantly longing for  the possibilities and asking to be free from the skepticism.

You told me those three words, those three words that should have felt like home to me yet I see the uncertainty between your eyes and realized those words weren't meant for me. I know you tried but failed to see the possibility of having an 'us'. You decided to let me go because you don't want us to keep on running to each other and holding on to something that wasn't even real.

But if you ask me if I have regrets in loving you, I would honestly tell you I didn't regret it all because somehow, you needed nothing to draw my eyes because you precisely are you and I chose to love you without wanting it in return. I love you straightforwardly, and I have always been.
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
Autumn Joy
we both know
that we both get anxious
so I text you
right when you text me

neither of us can sleep
worry is all we do
lack of sleep makes us delirious
but thoughts of you in my mind glow
y'all i'm really in love with my boyfriend we are dorks
Reading a slim book of poetry
Of life and it's mutability
Poems from inside of
A safe, cosy middle class cocoon
The words have no sharp edges
To burst the balloon
Poems about flowers
To while away the hours
Between the visit of the vicar
And the next *** of tea
Not poetry for you and me
Or anything like reality
Poetry as a gentle hobby
Like baking
Or flower arranging
Not poetry from the gut
That comes​ raging
Like fists planted upon the page
Poems of love or loss or rage
But tenderly placing
Each word on the page
Like a delicate flower to be arranged
I don't hate the woman
Who wrote this stuff
For her this obviously is enough
I envy her easy life
It's lack of struggle
It's lack of strife
Perhaps one day it will be me
Writing of such superficialities
When I'm fat, well fatter
Rich and content
And all of my life- force has been spent
I will sit in my garden and smell the flowers
Then while away my hours
On my hobby, writing poetry
Between the visit of the vicar
And my next *** of tea
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
Zeeshan
Gloss
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
Zeeshan
beneath his flawless public facade,
coated by the veneer of composure;
and the gloss of success,
he hid tragic despair of his life…
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
Zeeshan
Told how to live, how to dress, how to talk,
Taught how to sit, how to eat, how to walk,
We buried our freedom beneath the gloss of life.

The savages lived happily after all,
Not caring about the gloss of success,
They enjoyed the hell hole, called life.
WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away...

Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys

The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home,
Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ...

Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck,
Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine,
Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line!

Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
L Seagull
It's been a long long time
Pride and Weakness
Closer that siamese sisters
Moving down the path into nowhere
Calling each other names
To keep the distance
Afraid to inhale each other's disease
One so humane it is melting
Into a sappy puddle so sticky
And vile and yet so touching
So understandibly sincere
Calling for strength to
Take away the void of eternal
Loneliness
Crawling along with its hand
Turned to the sky
Hoping the godly arm
Will prostrate through the clouds
And carry the weight of its
Sorrowful existence

The other proud it needs
No companion no hand and no
Conversation unless it has
Something to say to keep the world
Revolving silly pride
Its bones so stiff it could
Hardly bend down to smell
The flowers Senses so dead
It could feel no drops of rain
Nor warmth of light
Little did she know
She was only a speck
Waiting to fall to the core through
The cracks of an earthquake
She was in love with death
And the promise to prove
That eternal life wasn't a fantasy
She was the goddess itself
Or so she wished
Wished so hard she did believe
As it marched along in solitude
Yet weakness was all it could think

Split pieces of a puzzle
They walked into darkness
Away from the light.
Yet if only they held their hands
And realized they were but
Mirror reflections of each other
Their essence would merge
Into art most exquisite
Soaked in light
They would become
Strength and Kindness
No rhyme for me today. One of those days I am not friends with words. Just wanted to put out the thought. I might get back to it and improve it some time later
The clinical nature of your tests leaves me
A cynical crater of a mess
My interest begins to wane
When your quiz sparks pain
Like little droplets of rain
Falling on the window pane
Of your picture
That once was scripture
But now seems impure
And superficial
Destroying my hope
Like a missile

You probe like a lawyer
And act like Tom Sawyer
And expect my interest
But I have none to feign
When your image is stained
By the grueling test I went through
That revealed your inner truth
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
lndd
Please
 Aug 2017 Maggie evans
lndd
You can break me up with simple words
Put me back together by saying my name
You showed me what it was to really cry
Please please leave me like you found me
 Jul 2017 Maggie evans
Twigzy
10th July 2017

To My Husband

As I watch your life, slipping away
We share all the things we want to say

We have time to reflect, encourage and love
To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above

We remember the good and laugh at the bad
And take time to listen and embrace the sad

It is a rich time, this time that we have
What has been, what is now, is what will be had

As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim
We look beyond the body you are in

When death approaches and your final breath taken
We know your spirit, will soar with elation

You will look at this world and say your goodbyes
And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s

All the best for your journey
Your loving wife
My husband was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer we only had a few months to say goodby and make peace. It was the richest time of our marriage
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